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ᴊᴀᴄᴋ sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs ;;

❝ I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly stupid. ❞

❝ Nobody move! I dropped me brain! ❞ 

❝ The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Do you understand? ❞ 

❝ You need to find yourself a girl, mate. ❞ 

❝ I’ve got a jar of dirt! ❞ 

❝ Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again. ❞ 

❝ If you were waiting for the opportune moment… that was it. ❞ 

❝ Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. ❞ 

❝ Savvy? ❞ 

❝ My spirit will live on. ❞ 

❝ Why is the rum always gone? ❞ 

❝ Why fight when you can negotiate? ❞ 

❝ If you choose to lock your heart away, you’ll lose it for certain. ❞ 

❝ This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught ___ ❞ 

❝ My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are in trouble. ❞ 

❝ I regret nothing, ever. ❞ 

❝ You’ve stolen me and I’m here to take myself back. ❞ 

❝ Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? ❞ 

❝ Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by. ❞ 

❝ For instance, I can let you drown. ❞ 

❝ You’re the ones in need of rescuing and I’m not sure if I’m in the mood. ❞ 

❝ I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. ❞ 

❝ You may kill me, but you might never insult me. ❞ 

❝ Hide the rum! ❞ 

❝ Shoo. ❞ 

❝ Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I know I’m crazy, therefore I’m not crazy. Isn’t that crazy? ❞ 

❝ Cruel is a matter of perspective. ❞ 

❝ The world’s still the same. There’s just less in it. ❞ 

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♞

ASK A KILLER

♞ :Define a good kill

“Hmm... A good kill is something with purpose. Something I can make a mask out of. Preferably a person with power.. It’s been too long since I’ve used my craft on anything but deer and owls... Woodland creatures get boring after a while. 

“Something quick, something quiet. In a place where I can do my work uninterrupted. Yes. That would be a very good kill.”

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❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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Ask a Killer

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

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❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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PLEASE watch Camp Camp

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@lostgerudo found the shop

Omen turned toward the counter to greet the customer, and once he saw who it was, he balked. 

The patron was certainly intimidating... Omen didn’t know him by name, but he knew well enough that it was very rare to see a man of the desert, and by his clothing it was painfully obvious this man was high ranking.

With a nervous smile, the very small shopkeeper clasped his hands together. “W- Welcome.. sir. Would you like to.. look around?”

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PSA:

    if you play ANY sort of villainous character - from a pick-pocket to a full-scale serial killer - and i follow you, please know that i’ve come into this FULL WELL what i’m signing up for. i don’t expect you to soften your character for me, i’m not going to complain when they aren’t nice to my characters, and i honestly probably love watching them do what they do. not all characters are going to be the “good guys”, or the type of villain that can be redeemed. not everyone has a tragic backstory that makes them do the things they do - some people enjoy it, others just do it because they can, and for some it’s all they know. yes, there are villains with a soft spot or two - this doesn’t mean they need to change everything. our characters become friends/lovers even though my character is a “good guy”? you keep doin’ you. keep stealing those purses, killing those people, burning those villages to the ground. 

        tl;dr - I DIDN’T FOLLOW YOU BECAUSE I WANTED SOMETHING SOFT AND EASY - you keep bein’ a villain, babe, cause you’re  just as excellent as the heroes.

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henchpersonofindeterminatemorals:

omenofmasks:

“One hundred and twenty rupees each,” he said, “Though, the owl… I’d say A hundred and fifty for that one.”

Standing at one end of the shelf, Omen gave specifics. “Each of them imbue the wearer with abilities mimicking the animal they portray. The owl will let you move silently, enhances your vision.. The cat gives the wearer night vision, and agility. The wolf gives endurance and a resistance to the cold. All will… alter your appearance. For those not looking directly at you, or looking at you when you are perfectly still, they will see merely an animal. A dog, or a bird. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

With a wide smile, he concluded, “This, is why they are special.”

Rory blinked, trying to understand, to wrap their brain around it. Forget the money, there was no way they’d ever be able to afford just one, much less six (even if they kept randomly finding lost rupees in the grass.) “But wait, like, will I still see myself as me? Like… Like how would someone be able to remove the mask if they like, suddenly had paws they weren’t used to?”

Something seemed to cross their mind, and their confusion disappeared. “Oh, like… you’re just making it up to like, mess with me aren’t you? People like, do that to me all the time.”

“Yes, you will remain yourself. It is only an illusion, after all.” Omen smiled, clasping his hands together in a typical customer-service style. 

As the customer questioned the legitimacy of his masks, Omen struggled to retain his calm composure. Certainly they didn’t question his skill of craftsmanship. “I would not lie about my work, good patron. I pour my heart and soul into these masks, and if you have no real interest in them, for the sake of good manners, I will have to ask you to leave.” He spoke quickly, his temper rising in accordance to his speed of speech.

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I swing both ways. Aggressively. With my dagger. To make sure that nobody comes near me.

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send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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Starters | Kidnapped

“Hey there, sleeping beauty. You been out for a while.” 

“Shut up, stop fucking screaming!” 

“Oh, you want to fight me? That’s cute.” 

“Come on, you can take a hit better than that, can’t you?” 

“Fuck, stay down, would you?” 

“Don’t squirm so much, you’re going to hurt yourself and piss me off.” 

“You’ve got five seconds to get down on the ground again, or I’ll shoot.” 

“You need both legs to run, why don’t I break one?” 

“See, if you’d cooperated, I wouldn’t have had to hurt you.” 

“Easy, sweetheart. The barrel of the gun is cold, isn’t it?” 

“Open your mouth before I choke you with the gag, instead.” 

“Can’t see a thing, can you?” 

“Well, look who finally came around. Don’t bother looking around, you have no idea where we are.” 

“Such a pretty face, it’d be a shame to mess it up.” 

“I think you look pretty cute with a bloody lip. Don’t make me do it again.” 

“I’m prepared to keep you as long as I need to. Until I get what I want, you’re mine.”

“Listen, I’m what stands between you and death, so I suggest you give me some fuckin’ respect.”

“No one’s gonna came save you.” 

“I’ve been watching you for a while. This was almost easy.” 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here by yourself?”

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@empiricalsidhe found the shop

Omen perched in a tree, bow drawn and ears perked for any indication of his prey. Unfortunately, what came to his attention was neither deer nor wolf, but a person. 

With a huff of dissatisfaction, he watched the tall woman come into view. “...You are spoiling my hunt,” he said pointedly, descending to stand in front of her. 

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(( welp, i’m off to bed. i’ve got two greeters to make tomorrow - and if u guys have any plot ideas or preferences, feel free to hit me up! ))

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henchpersonofindeterminatemorals:

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Omen’s smile returned, and he pulled aside the curtain for the customer.

In the back room, a couple shelves showcased what seemed like normal masks. An owl, a wolf, a cat, and several other sorts of animal masks were on display, and their creator looked at them lovingly. “Do any catch your eye, sir?”

“Uh, no need to uh, call me sir, please.” They found themselves wandering over to the masks, stopping right before touching them. They weren’t sure if they’d get in trouble for touching them. They tried to think of which masks the troupe would want - cats for the twins? Theodore the wolf? Fernald, an owl? There was a horse one, a rabbit… “Like, how much are these, uh, exactly?”

“One hundred and twenty rupees each,” he said, “Though, the owl... I’d say A hundred and fifty for that one.”

Standing at one end of the shelf, Omen gave specifics. “Each of them imbue the wearer with abilities mimicking the animal they portray. The owl will let you move silently, enhances your vision.. The cat gives the wearer night vision, and agility. The wolf gives endurance and a resistance to the cold. All will... alter your appearance. For those not looking directly at you, or looking at you when you are perfectly still, they will see merely an animal. A dog, or a bird. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

With a wide smile, he concluded, “This, is why they are special.”